Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Lord Adrian

I didn't think I would see Emily again, frankly. I might have to leave England anyway, to have the sort of uninhibited life I wanted. I definitely didn't need the complications brought by falling in love with a penniless American. Especially one whose sexual and disciplinary needs intoxicated me so completely I could easily get carried away.

So I thought, at least, as I drove down to my already-dilapidated and only-falling-further-down ancestral family home. Then the light on the dashboard of my Aston-Martin flashed.

"Bugger," I said. Who the fuck had my private number?

I punched the Answer button on the display.

"Mallory," I said, making no attempt to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

"Lord Adrian, this is Sarah Pierce," an unfamiliar voice said in a clipped Oxbridge accent. "I'm the head overseas liaison for Selecta Corporation's UK operations."

I frowned. "Selecta?" I asked. My thoughts went immediately to Emily, but of course this call couldn't have anything to do with my bad girl.

"Indeed," Sarah Pierce said. Somehow, even over the phone I could sense an implied insult, a hint of superiority I found intensely irritating. "I doubt this will inconvenience you much, Lord Adrian, but I'm calling to let you know that we're terminating your arrangement with Emily Carter."

My hands tightened on the steering wheel as the woman's words sank in. A surge of possessive anger rose in my chest, catching me off guard with its intensity.

"I beg your pardon?" I said, struggling to keep my voice level. "On what grounds are you terminating our arrangement?"

"We've been monitoring your progress with Miss Carter closely," Sarah replied, her tone maddeningly calm. "You've failed to provide the level of discipline she requires, both in terms of the time you've devoted to her and in terms of the severity of punishment you've allotted her."

I gritted my teeth, fighting back a snarl. How dare this woman presume to know my feelings? And more importantly, how dare she try to take Emily away from me?

"I assure you, Ms. Pierce, that though I'm a very busy man, I'm committed to rehabilitating Emily," I lied smoothly. "Any perceived lack of care is simply a result of my attempt to provide her with a certain amount of freedom so that she can get used to behaving well when she believes herself unmonitored."

Sarah's derisive snort crackled over the line. "Please, Lord Adrian. We're not fools. Your behavior over the last week, in particular with regard to your apparent criminal activities in New York, has shown that you can't devote yourself to disciplining Ms. Carter. In any case, the decision has been made. Emily will be removed from your care effective immediately."

A cold dread settled in my stomach. "Removed?" I echoed. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Emily will be transferred to a more… intensive training program," Sarah said. "One better suited to her particular needs and temperament. Among other things, she masturbated this morning. She needs to be properly disciplined for that, and your decision to leave town indicates that you're not interested in providing it. You needn't worry yourself further about Emily."

I felt a wave of anger and possessiveness wash over me at these words. The thought of Emily being taken away, of someone else disciplining her… using her body they way I had… holding her close… it made my blood boil. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles actually turning white.

"Now see here," I growled, abandoning any pretense of politeness. "Emily is mine. I sponsored her. I've been training her. You can't just swoop in and take her away."

"I'm afraid we can, Lord Adrian," Sarah replied coolly. "The contract you signed gives Selecta Corporation full rights to reassign associates as we see fit. Ultimate ownership of Emily lies with the program, not with you personally."

I cursed under my breath, remembering the stack of papers I'd carelessly signed when I first agreed to sponsor Emily. At the time, I hadn't cared about the fine print — I'd just wanted a pretty young fuck toy to warm my bed and accompany me to events. I'd never imagined I'd grow so… attached.

No. That I'd…

That I'd fall in love.

"Where are you taking her?" I demanded. "I want to speak with her."

"That won't be possible," Sarah said firmly. "Emily will be transported to a secure facility within the hour. For her own good, she'll have no outside contact during her intensive retraining period."

My mind raced, trying to think of a way to stop this. "Listen," I said, forcing my voice to sound calmer than I felt. "Perhaps we can come to some arrangement. I'm willing to pay handsomely to maintain my sponsorship of Emily. Name your price."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. When Sarah spoke again, her tone was contemplative. "An interesting offer, Lord Adrian. But I'm afraid it's not that simple. Emily's case has drawn the attention of some very high-level executives within Selecta UK. They're quite… invested in her future development."

I felt my stomach twist. What did that mean? What did they have planned for my Emily?

"However," Sarah continued, "I suppose there might be a way for you to prove your commitment to Emily's training. If you were willing to provide us with a demonstration of your ability to properly discipline and control her…"

"Yes," I said quickly, seizing on this glimmer of hope. "Whatever it takes. What if I hosted a party at Mallory House? For your executives, in particular."

Perhaps it came from my suddenly-apparent love for my bad girl, but it seemed like a stroke of genius: not only would I be able to keep Emily, but I could align myself with the new corporate powers that be.

"What sort of party do you mean, my lord?" Sarah asked. I heard real curiosity in her tone now.

"A very private one," I said, trying to pique her interest further with a hint of mystery. If I had heard one thing about high-level Selecta executives, it was that they enjoyed an occasion where they could assert and enjoy their dominance over one or more submissive girls. "One where I can show you once and for all how thoroughly I intend to care for Emily. One where I can punish her for playing with herself and make it clear to her, and to anyone you'd care to invite, that her quim belongs to me."

"My lord," Sarah replied, "let me call you back in a few minutes."

She hung up. Insufferable woman , I thought. So disrespectful.

The dashboard light flashed again. I punched the button.

"Tomorrow night, my lord," Sarah said shortly.

I grimaced, glad she couldn't see me.

"Lord Adrian?" came the cold voice again. "Can you do that?"

"Of course I can," I answered, assuming a nonchalance I absolutely didn't feel.

"Let me tell you a secret, my lord," Sarah said, as if she meant to impart profound knowledge to someone who she felt sure wouldn't be able to comprehend it. "It's fine to be a criminal, if you want to work with Selecta. Especially if you're also the sort of dominant that you, my lord clearly are. All that's required is that you, shall we say, play your dirty cricket for our side."

* * *

Emily

"Well," Sarah said from behind me. "It seems your Sponsor Daddy has developed more of an attachment to you than he's made evident in his conduct thus far."

I felt my forehead crease very deeply. I had to bite my lip to keep a sob from rising out of my chest. Naked, sore, in this absolutely degrading posture on hands-and-knees atop the bed where my Daddy had used me with such brutality… I felt completely at Sarah's mercy.

"So…," I said, not wanting to show her how very badly I needed to know what had just happened, what would happen — and above all when I would see my Daddy again.

"Silence, bad girl," Sarah commanded, her voice so scornful it sent a wave of mortification and unwelcome arousal screaming through my body. "I'm going to put you back in your diaper. Hopefully that will keep you from touching yourself between now and tomorrow night."

I remembered her saying that, as she had talked to my Daddy on the phone, right before the thing about being the right kind of criminal. Tomorrow night.

To my astonishment, I felt Sara's left hand reach across my waist and take a firm grip on my right hip. Then I felt her other hand come down on my sore backside, so hard I cried out at the fierce sting. I struggled, but her hold proved shockingly strong, and she kept spanking me.

"I… told… you… to… be… silent," Sarah said grimly. I cried out with each swat, as her clearly practiced hand reawakened the soreness from my Daddy's belt.

"Please!" I yelled. "Sarah… Miss… please…"

She had stopped punishing me. She put her hand on my backside and squeezed hard. I yelped, my hips bucking, as pain and helpless need flooded outward from that grip. Sarah's fingers probed the warm sheath where my Daddy had enjoyed himself so much.

"Yes," she said. "Your diaper is definitely in order. You'll wear it until I come to get you ready for the party tomorrow night. Until then, you are to wear only your diaper. When you go to bed tonight, you may put your plastic pants over it." Her fingers went in and out, up and down.

I bit my lip and whimpered as I managed to keep myself from speaking. Party?

"Your Sponsor Daddy is going to punish you for playing with what belongs to him, in front of some very important people," Sarah told me, as she herself played with what belonged to my Daddy.

My cunny. My bare little cunny.

"Oh, no," I whispered, unable to stay silent at that.

Abruptly Sarah's fingers withdrew. I couldn't help another jerk of my hips as my desperately needy pussy sought more friction.

"Yes," Sarah replied. "If we think he shows himself as the kind of Daddy you need, we'll let you stay in your arrangement with him."

* * *

The twenty-four hours after Sarah departed passed at a crawl. By the time she returned, bearing two large shopping bags from a very fashionable store, I felt terribly on edge. I had somehow managed to get some sleep despite the diaper and the plastic pants. To my dismay, when I awoke I had realized that I had wet the diaper in the night. My cheeks burning, I had washed it and hung it to dry and put on a clean one.

"You've been a good girl since I left, haven't you, Emily?" Sarah said, with a patronizing smile. "We've paid close attention. It's a very good sign that you wet yourself in the night — that shows you're taking to your diaper training."

The words sent a fresh wave of shame through me. I felt my cheeks burn hot at the revelation that they — she — had seen my nighttime accident. Did my Daddy know, too, I wondered desperately? The thought that I was being so closely monitored, even in my sleep, was deeply unsettling.

"Now then," Sarah continued briskly, "let's get you ready for the party. Lord Adrian has some very important guests coming, and you need to look your best."

Sarah reached into one of the shopping bags and pulled out a stunning gown. My breath caught in my throat as she held it up for me to see. It was a floor-length masterpiece in deep emerald green silk, with a plunging neckline and a daring slit up one side. Delicate beadwork adorned the bodice, catching the light and sparkling like stars.

"This should suit you nicely," Sarah said, her tone businesslike. "The color will bring out your eyes."

She laid the gown carefully on the bed and reached into the other bag. To my surprise, she pulled out a pair of white cotton panties adorned with cheerful pink polka dots. They looked like something a little girl might wear, a stark contrast to the sophisticated gown.

"These go on first," Sarah instructed, holding out the childish underwear.

I hesitated, confusion and embarrassment warring within me. "But… the dress is so elegant," I protested weakly. "Shouldn't I wear something more… appropriate underneath?"

Sarah's eyes hardened. "These are exactly what Lord Adrian requested," she said firmly. "He wants to remind you of your place, even when you're dressed up like a lady. Now, step into them."